She Threw Him Away… Now He’s Untouchable

CHAPTER 6

The rain didn’t let up for even a second. It poured down hard, washing over Alexander’s face, mixing with the sweat and the tears he refused to let fall. He stood right outside the building entrance, watching the car that carried Bella speed away into the dark distance. Good riddance. The snake was gone, finally out of his life where she didn’t belong.

But as he turned back to look at the tall glass tower behind him—the headquarters he used to think was his kingdom—the truth hit him like a truck to the chest.

It was never really his. Not the building. Not the company. Not the power. Everything… everything belonged to her.

He walked out onto the sidewalk with no umbrella, no driver, no fancy car waiting for him. He’d fired his driver earlier when he found out the guy was on Bella’s payroll too. Everyone had been lying to him. Everyone except the one person he had kicked out onto the street.

He pulled his phone out, fingers shaking uncontrollably, and dialed Mark. His assistant. The only one left who seemed halfway decent.

“Mark,” he said, voice rough and low, barely audible over the rain. “Get me every file we have. Every record on the Hayes family. Every address, every contact, every flight path. Track that jet she took. I don’t care what it costs or who you have to pay… I need to know exactly where she went.”

There was a long silence on the other end. Too long. The kind of silence that made his stomach twist into a tight knot.

“Sir…” Mark’s voice came back, quiet and terrified. “I… I can’t do that.”

Alexander stopped walking right in the middle of the pavement, rain soaking his expensive suit through to the skin. “What do you mean you can’t? I pay your salary! I own this company! You do exactly what I tell you to do!”

“Sir… you don’t own it anymore.”

Those words. Four words that shattered his whole world all over again. Alexander froze, his breath catching painfully in his throat.

“What?” He whispered.

Mark swallowed hard; Alexander could practically hear the panic through the line. “The transfer went through about an hour ago. All shares, all assets, all properties, every account… everything registered under Knight Group… it’s all frozen. Or sold. Or transferred away. Legal department just got the official notice… signed personally by Evelyn Hayes. She… she pulled every single investment. Recalled every loan. Cancelled every contract.”

Mark paused, then said the worst part.

“Sir… Knight Group is effectively bankrupt. There’s nothing left here. We’re just… sitting in an empty building, waiting for the doors to be locked.”

Alexander’s hand fell limply to his side. The phone felt heavy as a brick. He stared blankly at the traffic rushing past him, people hurrying home to their warm houses and their families, while he stood there… with absolutely nothing.

Bankrupt.

He had thrown away his wife, his child, his fortune, and his future… all because he believed sweet lies from a woman who never loved him.

“And the jet?” He asked, his voice cracking. “Did it land somewhere? Any record at all?”

“Gone, sir,” Mark replied sadly. “It was a private charter registered under a shell company untraceable to anyone. Vanished off the radar the second it crossed international waters. No flight plan. No destination. Nothing. She didn’t just leave, Sir… she erased herself.”

Alexander ended the call. He didn’t say goodbye. He just dropped his hand and kept walking. He didn’t know where he was going. He just moved his feet forward, one step after another, letting the rain punish him. He deserved it. He deserved every drop, every cold shiver, every ache in his chest.

She knew.

That thought kept pounding in his head, loud and painful. She knew all along. She knew I was living off her family’s money. She knew I was nothing without her. And she stayed anyway. She stayed for three years, quiet, patient, probably hoping… praying… that one day I’d open my eyes and actually see her.

And what did he do? He signed the paper. He called her a burden. He kicked her out while she carried his child.

He walked past the fancy restaurants where he used to take Bella, spending money like water while Evelyn probably ate simple meals alone at home. He walked past jewelry stores where he bought diamonds for his mistress, never once thinking to buy even a single flower for his wife. Every step was a memory. Every memory was a knife twisting deeper.

Suddenly, his phone buzzed again.

He lifted it up fast, hope flaring stupidly in his chest. Maybe Mark found something. Maybe… just maybe… it was her.

But the name on the screen made his blood run cold.

MOTHER.

He almost threw the phone into the gutter. He almost kept walking and ignored it. But he knew her. She wouldn’t stop. She’d make a scene if she had to. He answered, holding it up to his ear, not even bothering to say hello.

“Alexander! Where the hell are you?!” Her voice blasted through the speaker, shrill, angry, and full of that cold, superior tone she always had. “Have you seen the news?! Do you know what is happening to us?! We are being humiliated! Every bank is calling, every partner is dropping us, the board is threatening lawsuits! What did you do, you i***t?! What did you do to make that woman destroy everything we built?!”

Alexander closed his eyes, taking a deep breath that tasted like rain and regret. “I divorced her, Mother. Just like you told me to. Remember? You said she was trash. You said she was a leech. You said getting rid of her was the best thing I could ever do for the family.”

“I didn’t know she was the heiress to the entire Hayes fortune!” She shrieked, sounding absolutely hysterical now. “Nobody knew! You were supposed to investigate her! You were supposed to make sure! And now look at us! We have nothing! We’re ruined! All because you were too stupid to keep your wife happy and too busy playing around with that cheap secretary of yours!”

Alexander let out a bitter, hollow laugh that made a woman walking past him speed up, looking scared.

“You mean Bella? The woman you liked? The woman you said was ‘smart and suitable’ compared to Evelyn?” He shook his head, staring at the wet pavement. “She’s gone too, Mother. I fired her. Turns out she was the one feeding me lies so she could take Evelyn’s place. We were all played for fools, weren’t we? Me… you… Father… all of us.”

There was silence on the other end for a second, then her voice dropped, sharp and dangerous, completely devoid of any motherly warmth.

“Well then fix it. You hear me, Alexander? You ruined this. You have to fix it. Go find her. Go beg her. Go get her back. Do whatever it takes, but you bring the Hayes family back to our side, or so help me God… I will disown you. You won’t get a single cent from us. You’ll be on the street begging for bread, you useless—”

He pulled the phone away and ended the call. Then he blocked her number. And his father’s. And everyone else with the last name Knight.

He shoved the phone back into his pocket and kept walking.

Disown me?

Go ahead, he thought bitterly. There’s nothing left to own anyway. You guys are just as broke and humiliated as I am. You hated Evelyn because she was better than all of us. Richer. Kinder. More powerful.

He walked until his feet ached, until his clothes were heavy with water, until he couldn’t feel his fingers or his face. He ended up near the harbor, standing by the railing, looking out at the dark, choppy water.

He thought about Evelyn. About how she must have stood somewhere like this, looking at the same view, feeling small and lonely in his big empty house. He thought about her hand resting protectively on her stomach. About his son. Rayden.

He didn’t even know his son’s birthday. He didn’t know his name. He didn’t know anything about the child he helped create but never got to hold.

And that hurt more than bankruptcy. More than insults. More than losing every penny he ever had.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered to the wind, tears finally mixing with the rain on his face. “God, Evelyn… I am so sorry.”

He gripped the metal railing so hard his knuckles turned white, his whole body shaking with the weight of everything he’d lost.

“I’ll find you. I don’t care where you are. I don’t care if it takes ten years or twenty. I don’t care if I have to crawl there on my hands and knees. I’ll find you. And when I do… I won’t be the arrogant fool you left behind. I’ll be the man you deserved all along.”

He turned away from the water, wiping his face roughly, a new kind of fire lighting up inside him. Cold. Determined. Obsessive.

He pulled his phone out again, opening the news feed. He needed to know everything. Every detail. Every rumor.

And there it was.

Right at the top. A new photo. Clearer. Brighter.

Evelyn stepping off a private jet somewhere sunny and warm, wearing a stunning white dress, hair blowing in the wind, looking like an angel… or a queen. She was smiling. That same bright, free smile he had never been able to give her.

And standing right next to her… helping her down the steps, carrying her bags, looking at her with eyes full of nothing but care and softness… was a man.

Tall. Gentle features. Kind eyes. Wearing a doctor’s coat over his clothes.

The headline burned bright under the picture:

HEIRESS EVELYN HAYES ARRIVES SAFELY — PERSONAL PHYSICIAN DR. LIAM CARTER BY HER SIDE. SOURCES SAY HE HAS BEEN CLOSE TO THE FAMILY FOR YEARS, AND IS KNOWN FOR HIS DEDICATION… ESPECIALLY TO MRS. HAYES.

Alexander stopped dead in his tracks right in the middle of the sidewalk.

Dr. Liam Carter.

He read the name again and again. His chest tightened, his breath hitching, a sharp, hot jealousy stabbing right through his heart.

He looked closer at the photo. At the way Liam’s hand hovered near her elbow, ready to catch her if she stumbled. At the way Liam looked at her… like she was the most fragile, precious thing in the world. At the way Evelyn leaned slightly toward him, comfortable, safe, trusting.

Comfortable. Safe. Trusting.

Things she never was with him.

“Physician…” Alexander gritted out, his voice low and dangerous. “Close to the family for years… dedicated… especially to her.”

He clenched his fist so hard the phone creaked in his hand.

So while he was busy being an i***t, busy listening to lies, busy ignoring her… there was him. A good man. A kind man. A man who knew her worth. A man who had been there all along, waiting, watching, loving her the way she deserved.

And now? Now she was gone. Now she was free. Now she was with him.

Alexander stared at the photo, memorizing every line of Liam’s face, burning it into his mind.

“You think you can take my place, Doctor? You think because I was blind and stupid, you get to step in and be the good guy?”

He laughed bitterly, rain pouring over his bowed head.

“Enjoy it while it lasts. Because you don’t know who you’re dealing with.”

He turned and started walking again, disappearing into the shadows of the rainy street, a ghost of his former self… but a man with a mission.

“You’re the first one, Doctor. But mark my words… you won’t be the last. And you definitely won’t be the one who keeps her.”

“She’s my wife. He’s my son. And I don’t care how many good, perfect men like you stand in my way… I will tear every single one of you down if I have to. Just to get back what belongs to me.”